My life before I counted plain.
I was no stranger to the pain
And more than sunshine,
Was always rain.

Each thing in life
I held as thread
Had only left me empty
And filled with dread.

With hints of confusion
That did surround my mind
Such a lonesome life
I once called mine.

My life before had been a dream
Not waking up without a scream.
I was no friend to the sunlight
Nor it's warm and kindly beam.

Each day I loathed,
Each day I wept.
No one to share
My sorrows kept.

And through each lie
That said "I'm fine."
Such a sadly life
I once called mine.